Chapter 218.
“Drystan…” Rosealba called, trying to sit properly, but the pain wouldn’t let her.
“Hey…” he called gently, holding her back softly.
“Don’t… You are still recovering…”
Rosealba let out a gentle nod, relaxing.
Drystan knelt on the floor, his hand holding onto hers.
His heart was still fluttering, and his stomach was still flipping from hearing her call his name.
It felt like decades, like forever since she last called his name.
And just that tiny, beautiful voice made his heart flutter—his eyes held onto her side profile.
She was glaring at the ceiling, trying to contain the tears that were brewing in her eyes.
Drystan smiled, but that smile came with a tear.
A tear of joy.
A tear of relief—one he didn’t even feel until it stung.
It rolled once, then twice.
His lashes fluttered, and realization dawned on him.
He was crying?
Really crying?
So? What if he was?
It was a moment to celebrate.
A moment of peace.
She was back—to him.
To being his forever.
Rosealba caught the tear
